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TRIBULATIONS

By hatochiisai

Disclaimer: I do not own “Criminal Minds” or any of the characters of the show.

Reidcentric

WARNING: This work includes nonconsensual homosexual intercourse.

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Chapter 8

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The team woke him several times through the night, each time from a nightmare. He cried out to everyone in them, but mostly to Morgan, Hotch, Gideon and Tobias… every time he woke, his eyes would turn on the box holding the Dilaudid, but he would wince and turn away. But each time, his eyes lingered longer…

Morning came. And with it, Ryan.

“Let’s go, Dr. Reid.” He said, smirking.

“No…” Reid gasped, eyes wide.

“Calm down. You’re not going to Graham… At least, not as long as you cooperate.” Reid eyed Ryan and slowly stood, limping over to him. The team winced at the blood stain on the seat of his pants. Reid struggled up the stairs, whimpering and coughing.

“You sound like you’ll need a doctor.” Ryan said, smirking. “Well… I got you a doctor.” They stepped out of the basement. But this time, Ryan didn’t lead Reid down the hall. They stayed where they were. “I think you’re ready now, Dr. Reid.”

“… What?” Reid asked, blinking.

“… You’re ready for a taste of Frank.” Reid went pale and Gideon sat up, eyes wide.

Ryan jerked Reid towards the table. Reid whimpered when Graham walked into the room and wrapped an arm around him, jerking Reid’s arm out. Ryan smirked and picked up a syringe from the counter, turning to Reid.

“No… Please don’t…” Reid begged, wincing when the needle slid into his vein. The liquid was injected, and in moments, Reid collapsed. Graham lifted Reid onto the table and laid him down.

“He’s injected him with a paralytic. Ketamine.” Gideon murmured. “Reid will feel everything. But he won’t be able to move… not even to scream…”

Graham undressed Reid, draping a surgical sheet over his hips. Then he waited, stroking his inner thigh… Reid stared at him, terrified. The door opened and Ryan walked in with a man.

“Dr. Reid… meet Dr. Walters. A local ER surgeon. He will be your doctor today… or his family in the other room will die.”

“Look up any missing persons with the surname Walters, Garcia!” Rossi commanded. “Preferably a family, within the past week.”

“On it!” Garcia gasped, hurrying from the room… she was glad to have something to do… she didn’t want to see this.

“What… what do you want me to do?” Dr. Walters gasped, staring in horror at Reid.

Ryan looked at the man and smirked, picking up a knife. “Let’s see… Dr. Walters… if I stab here, what would I hit?” Dr. Walters stared.

“The um… liver…”

“And here?”

“… Lung…”

“Here?”

“… Appendix.”

“Perfect.” Ryan said, smirking, and plunged the knife into Reid’s belly. Reid gasped softly, eyes widening in pain. Dr. Walters cried out in shock.

“What have you done?!”

“I believe I damaged his appendix.” Ryan said with a grin. “Dr. Walters, I’m afraid it will have to come out.”

“You… you want me to… but… He’s conscious!”

“Do it. Or your family dies.” Ryan said, calmly.

“… alright…” Dr. Walters gasped, looking sick to his stomach. Slowly, he walked over to the table and looked around at the tools. Then he went to the sink and began to scrub up before putting on a surgical gown and mask, and then gloves. He returned to Reid, looking him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, son.” He said, then picked up the scalpel.

The team watched in silent horror as the surgery was performed. Reid’s appendix was removed… the doctor sutured him up. They saw the pain in Reid’s eyes every moment. When it was over, the doctor was dragged away and Ryan leaned over Reid.

“Tomorrow… it’ll be your spleen.” He hissed, and Graham returned Reid to the basement after putting him into a pair of pants, but he left his torso bare. The team watched Reid lie there for a long time before the boy could finally move again. When he could, he struggled to move the cot right next to the table. Then he lay down again. From there, he could reach the phone without getting up. He fell back to sleep then…

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Reid woke to the pain. It throbbed through his entire body like fire in his veins, burning and engulfing his being. He groaned, curling his arms around his abdomen and rocking himself.

“Guys!” Morgan shouted, waking the team. They all came running from their little makeshift beds that they had been sleeping in ever since Reid had been taken. “He’s watching the box…” And sure enough, Reid was whimpering, rocking himself and staring at the box.

“God… please…” He breathed, shaking his head. The tears fell. “I can’t… I can’t…” The phone rang. Slowly, Reid turned and looked at the phone and camera. He reached out, hitting the answer button on the phone with a shaking hand.

“… Don’t do it, Reid.” Morgan said, immediately. “Come on man. You’re better than this. You’re stronger.” Reid stared at the camera, tears in his eyes.

“No… I’m not.” He gasped. “… I’m sorry.” And he hung up the phone, reaching for the box. The phone rang. He ignored it, punching in the code. Tobias. The box opened with a click, and Reid stared down. The bottle. The Syringe. And a tourniquet. The phone continued to ring, but he couldn’t hear it… As if in slow motion, he mechanically pulled out the tourniquet and wrapped it firmly around his upper arm. He looked down at the inside of his elbow at the veins standing out. He slowly looked up.

“Tell me that it doesn’t help?” Tobias offered with a shy smile. Reid blinked, then smiled back.

“… It does help…” He said, softly. “What are you doing here?”

“Guys… who is he talking to?” Garcia said, looking worried.

“Look at his eyes.” Gideon said. “How flushed he is. How he’s shaking. He’s delirious. He could be hallucinating…”

Tobias smiled at Reid. “I just want to help. I’m sorry I gave this guy ammo to use against you.”

“You didn’t do it.” Reid said. “Your father did. Raphael did. You helped me, Tobias. You saved me.”

“… And you set me free.” Tobias replied. “Thank you.”

Reid nodded to him, then picked up the bottle and the syringe. He still didn’t hear the phone. He filled the syringe, being careful not to use too much. He had been clean for a long time. He would have to use a small dose, or risk dying of an overdose. He set the bottle down and held up the syringe, flicking it with a finger. Then he pressed the plunger until the drug squirted out. All air was gone… He looked down and chose a vein. The phone kept ringing.

“No Reid… don’t do it…” Gideon moaned.

“Come on, kid…” Morgan prayed out loud. Hotchner just stared, pained. Reid sucked in a breath as the needle pierced his skin and slid into the vein. Slowly, Reid fed the fluid into his blood stream and set the needle onto the table. In moments, he swayed. His eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open in a relieved moan. Slowly, he slumped over onto his side, glazed eyes staring off into space. The drug rushed through his body and the flames of pain were extinguished.

Reid sighed in contentment, curling up on his side. His relief was obvious. He felt like he was… lying on a floating bed… perhaps on water? The world was rocking gently… he had sunk into a down mattress wrapped in warm silk… loving arms embraced him… was it his team?

He smiled slightly, remembering the embraces he had shared with them before… JJ and Hotch after they had found him in the cemetery when he had shot Tobias Hankel… Emily, after the explosion in the Benjamin Cyrus case… Elle after the hostage situation on the train in Texas… He could feel everyone around him… the whole team… his mother… Tobias was smiling at him, hovering like a guardian angel…

“Dammit!” Hotch suddenly exploded, turning away from the screen overcome by frustration. “God dammit…”

“Aaron.” Gideon said, softly. “We’ll help him. Just like before. We won’t let it continue. We’ll put a stop to it as soon as we have him.”

“I don’t know what will damage him most, Jason… what they did to him, or what he just did to himself.” Hotchner sighed, dropping into a chair. They watched Reid for a long time, lying there enjoying the relieving high, before he slipped into sleep.

Hours passed by. The others were asleep in their chairs, but they jumped awake when the door slammed open.

“I’ve got it!” Garcia cried. “I know where to find Reid!” The team was wide awake in a split second. Garcia dropped a pile of printouts on the table.

“Here.” She said. “They didn’t even cross state lines. This town right here, the Walters family was reported missing almost two days ago. Two daughters, a son, a wife and a father. He’s a doctor. At the local ER.”

“And?”

“Get this. The Vanderwal’s mother’s family has land out there. And guess what it’s bordering?” Garcia asked, grinning. “Government property. An old research bunker that was decommissioned and abandoned in the late sixties. They found an endangered species of birds use that place as a breeding ground, so it’s protected. That’s why it’s not on the list of places Reid might be held… it’s labeled as a nature preserve.”

“Garcia… are you sure…” Hotchner breathed.

“Positive. It all fits.” Garcia nodded, breathless. “Hotch… go bring Reid home…”

Hotch looked at her, then grabbed the map and ran out of the meeting room. “I WANT A CHOPPER ON THE ROOF IN TWO MINUTES!!!” He roared. “BAU TEAM, MOVE!” They ran.

“Garcia.” Morgan said. “Call the hospital, give them the location, tell them we need a medical chopper there to air lift Reid out.” He said, and they both heard Reid cough loudly between his wheezy breaths, his breathing much more labored than when he had first gone to sleep. Garcia nodded, and Morgan hugged her tightly. “Don’t worry baby girl. We’ll bring the kid home.” And he ran after the others. Three minutes later, the team was on board the helicopter as it rose swiftly into the air. It turned, then took off heading in the direction of the underground bunker.

JJ and Garcia sat at her computer, watching Reid sleep. They had decided not to tell him. It was likely that the Vanderwals heard all of their conversations… they couldn’t warn them…

“Hang on, baby…” Garcia said, kissing her finger and pressing it to Reid’s forehead on the screen. “You’ll be home soon.”

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“There!” Hotchner shouted, pointing down where the pilot could see. The man nodded and the chopper dropped, settling with a soft thump on the grass. The team clamored out of the chopper, vests and radios equipped, guns at the ready. They flanked the door, glancing around at each other before rushing through.

“Watch yourselves!” Hotch said, eyeing the floor. It was metal. Morgan frowned.

“Screw this, we don’t have time!” And he stepped onto the floor. “… Reid wasn’t wearing shoes, Hotch. We are.” And they ran across.

“I’m going to try and find the control room.” Emily said.

“I’ll go with you.” Rossi said, and they ran off. The rest of the team burst through the next door, knowing perfectly well what they would find. Decaying body parts hanging from the ceiling. They proceeded across the horrific scene, guns out and ready, aiming at every shadow. They burst through the next door. It was a long, dark hallway.

“No strobe light…” Morgan murmured, and they hurried along. The next room had a door high up on the wall. There should have been stairs.

“Here.” Morgan said, linking his fingers and bending his knees. Hotch nodded, planting his foot in Morgan’s hands. Morgan groaned and hoisted him up, Gideon hanging around beneath them to catch Hotch if he fell. But Hotch reached the door and pushed it open, climbing through. Morgan hoisted Gideon up next, Hotch pulling the elder man up, and then both helped drag Morgan up through the doorway. In the distance, they heard gun shots.

“Dave!” Hotch called through their radios.

“We’re okay! Neil is running, but he’s hurt. We’re in the control room! Hurry! Ryan knows we’re here! He’s on his way to Reid!” Then there were more shots.

“Let’s find Reid.” Gideon said. “they can handle themselves.” And they moved through the next door, finding themselves in the hall of broken glass… there were dried drops of blood on the floor from when Reid had stumbled down this hall almost a week ago…

“He has Reid! He has Reid!” Emily shouted over the radio.

“MOVE!” Morgan shouted, and they slammed into the door. It was locked. “Dammit!” Morgan shouted, yelping as pain flared through his shoulder. He stepped back and lashed out with his foot, kicking the door. Once. Twice… Three times… on the fourth, the door slammed open. They stared at the room… the morticians table, still smeared with Reid’s blood… the surgical instruments…

“Hotch…” Morgan hissed. “Permission to shoot this fucker on sight?!”

“No.” Hotch said firmly. “Move. Where are they, Emily.”

“The last room.” Rossi told them. “The room that looks like the cabin.”

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Reid groaned, sitting handcuffed to the chair.

“Your team is in the facility.” Ryan hissed, holding the revolver aimed at Reid’s leg. Reid stared at him, frightened, sick, hurting… “Choose one to die.” Reid shook his head.

“… No…”

Ryan smirked and pulled the trigger. There was a loud click. “Choose.”

“No.” Reid gasped. This time, the gun went off with a loud bang. Reid screamed as the bullet ripped through his thigh.

“Oh yeah… I forgot to tell you.” Ryan sneered. “There’s more than one bullet in here. There are three. Three empty chambers, three live rounds. Now we’re down to two of each. Choose.”

“… No.” Reid whimpered. Another gun shot went off. Reid threw his head back with a cry of pain as it tore into his abdomen. Vaguely, he heard a door slam open down the hall. Ryan started, then quickly removed the handcuffs and moved to stand behind Reid, jerking him to his feet. Reid almost collapsed, but Ryan wrapped an arm around his chest and under his arms, pressing the gun to his temple. A moment later, the door crashed in.

“FBI!!!” Morgan bellowed, barreling through.

“… I know perfectly well who it is.” Ryan snorted, glaring. “Well well… Gideon. Took this runt to bring you out of hiding, hm?”

“Let him go, Ryan.” Gideon said, trying to keep his voice calm.

“… Morgan?” Reid whimpered, his voice barely audible. Emily, Rossi, Garcia and JJ watched the feed from the motion sensor activated camera that Neil had set up before running.

“I’m here kid… Ryan, let him go.” Morgan said, staring at the gun pressed into Reid’s head.

“Now, why would I do that?” Ryan asked, smirking. Hotchner glanced down at Reid’s stomach… he was bleeding badly. “He’s my only protection.”

“You really think you can get that far?” Hotch asked. “Look at him… your ‘protection’ will collapse halfway down the hall.” Ryan chuckled at Hotchner.

“I won’t need to get far. Graham will carry him from there. I have no intention of letting you have him back. At least, not alive… Come on, Dr. Reid… let’s go…” And he backed into the wall. Suddenly, the wall behind them swung back. Graham stood on the other side of the hidden door. Morgan’s eyes widened. He didn’t hesitate. He fired. Graham gasped and stumbled back, clutching his arm.

“Graham!” Ryan shouted, and whirled. Reid fell from his arms and hit the floor. Ryan dove through the door and closed it behind him. Gideon, Moran and Hotch leapt forwards. Hotch tried to open the door, but it didn’t budge. Morgan and Gideon dropped to their knees beside Reid.

“Hold on, kid.” Morgan gasped, pressing his hands down on Reid’s stomach wound, just inches from the healing site of his appendectomy. Reid rolled his head to the side.

“Morgan…”

“Right here, Reid. Hold on.”

“… Down the hall.” Gideon said, standing. “We need to bandage him up, fast.” Morgan nodded, sliding his arms under Reid’s knees and shoulders and hoisted him up, running for the other room. Gideon and Hotchner followed. Hotch grabbed a surgery sheet and flung it over the dirty table, and Morgan lay Reid down. The door slammed open.

“Guess who we found.” Rossi said, with a grin. A woman, three children, and Dr. Walters walked in, followed by Emily.

“… Doc…” Morgan gasped. “Help him…” Dr. Walters looked at Reid.

“He needs a hospital. A blood transfusion and—“

“We need YOU to stabilize him.” Hotchner said. “We have a chopper on the way.” Dr. Walter’s looked at him, then nodded and began to scrub up.

“Cheryll…” He said, and his wife nodded. “Scrub up and help me.”

“… Alright, Glen.” She said, and joined him at the seat.

“Cheryll was a nurse before she had our kids.” Dr. Walters explained. “It’s how we met.” The pair put on surgical gowns and masks, and put on gloves, then Dr. Walters moved to Reid while his wife looked through drawers and cabinets to see what was available.

“No anesthesia, nothing for pain.” She said, looking at her husband.

“… I’m not sure he’s aware enough to register the pain anymore.” Dr. Walters said.

“… Doctor…” Gideon said, slowly. “There… there’s a bottle of Dilaudid in the basement…” He sighed, sounding defeated.

“… Bring it.” Dr. Walters said. Gideon nodded, then turned and left the room, his steps heavy… it was clear what he was thinking…

‘What am I doing…?’

When he got back upstairs, the husband and wife team were bent over Reid.

“You got it!” Cheryll gasped, and a moment later a bullet was dropped onto a tray.

“Bandage him up tight.” Dr. Walters said. “This is all I can do here. We have to get him out of here. Give me that.” He turned and took the Dilaudid, filled a syringe and injected it. Reid twitched, then sighed, eyes rolling back into his head. Gideon winced and looked away.

“We’ll use this.” Hotch said, walking into the room with a blanket. He spread it out on the floor and Morgan laid Reid down on it. Gideon, Morgan, Hotch and Rossi each took a corner, and they began to make their way out of the facility. Emily led the way. They took side passages that were hidden. It involved a lot of stairs, but they didn’t have to worry about electric floors, dangling body parts, strobe lights or sudden drops. They could hear the prop of the helicopter when they emerged from the facility. Paramedics were running towards them with a stretcher. They deposited Reid onto it, blanket and all, and they strapped him onto it, lifting him into the chopper. Hotch climbed in after Reid, and the others went to the other chopper. Both lifted off.
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